Written by Jacob Ibrag
Monday has come and gone. Sighing
in relief, she reaches for the keys. Old
red apartment door, her sanctuary.
Walking in, everything was missing.
Curtains, photos, and furniture. All but
a letter and car keys. Years of creating
a safe space, wasted. Tears. Reading,
‘stuck in clutter, you’ve become part
of the routine. Leave this place, quit
while you’re still breathing. There’s
a car outside. Escape. Find meaning.’
Art by ateist-kleranty